St. Paul daily globe., 1887-11-11

| ever. What seemed a muff1ed horrible
| echo of the fearful bomb at the Hay
market came sudden in his lonely cell
this morning. That instant the mans
face, which, belying his fiend-like deeds,
has seemed beautiful as an arcil-angel'S, S,
was made revolving mass of blood and
Isslreds of tangled flesh Louis Lingg
was triumphant. Despite all human
efforts, he had effaced from even his
cOuntPnance every trace of Gods I'M
age. For single instant. with his back
against the bars of Lingg,s cell door,
the stalwart guard stood stupefied while
puff of blue smoke from the dark
recess behind unnoticed crossed his
shoulder. Then enSused the wild rush
of deputies, the changing of iron gates.
and above the confusion and din the
hoarsc shouting of the guards, 'It's
Lingg. It's Lingg. That came from
Lingg!"
A rapid, cautious movement by a
turnkey. flung the cell door open, and
with an eager peer into the shadows.
two excited deputies jumped pell-mell
in. Their e calculations of horror brought
the other guards quickly within the CELL
An age of agony and suspense was
passed by the jail inmates in the cells
above and around. There was a shut
fling of feet on the stone floor. and then
the hundreds of strained eyes watching
down through the iron netting bars saw
a group of guards IN shirt sleeves Strdg1
Cling across the dimly lighted area bear
ing by legs and arms the body of man
between them. The upturned face was
A HUGE CLOT OF BLOOD,
but the turnkey who supported the
head. had his fingers wound tightly
into the unmStakeable brown curling
ringlets of the bOmb-maker. Louis Lingg.
The big key of .Jaiier FOlZ grating in
the main lock, interrupted for mo
ment the sound of pattering blood on
the white stone pavement. There was
creaking of rusty hinges. and the an
arChiStS and common jail-birdS had
gazad their last on Louis Lingg. A few
steps brought the huddIed up cOrtege
TO the bath room of the Jail, stuffy lit
tie apartment scarcely ten feet square.
Lingg was dumped on the floor with
scant tenderness by the men who have
been daily half expecting to meet their
death at his hands.
To all appearances the anarchist was
stark dead. His 1.-the. athletic form
was clothed only in a short tunic, and
the brawny limbs seemed rigid. A
small pool of gore was soon floating the
brown curlS surmOunting the broad
shoulders and one glance showed how
I.ingg had striven with dynamite to
blow off his own head. The entire
lower half of the once handsome face
was gone. including the upper lip and
Jaw and the upper fraction of the nose.
Where it had been was now Jagged
bloody gap extending across to the ears
and down to the Adams apple.
.'Open your eyes, Lingg," exclaimed
the Jail doctor. who had just reached the
room. TO the astonishmet of the by
standers, Lingg's eyes opened and
looked calmly about him. He was i'm
mediately raised to table and
PRoPPED UP WITH PILLOWS,
and washed hurriedly. White cloth
bandages were passed around the lower
part of the face and around the top of
the head. hiding all but the nose, eyes
and forehead. all loose, dangling bones
and flesh being first cut away. The
gutta percha mouth of fountain syr-
inge was inserted with doctors finger
into the great hole left by the dynamite.
BY this method water and brandy were
administered. This was repeated at in
tervals, Lingg meanwhile gazing
stea;lfastly about him, watching
every move of those in the
room, but apparently Indifferent
to what they did and caring nothing
about the almost ceaseless slamming of
the door only few feet distant. Every
now and then, without any seeming i'm
mediate cause fearful hollow groaning
would sound through the bandageS.
Listeners aghast would abandon the
room only to give place to new set not
yet weakened by the horrors within the
,death chamber. Lingg moved his long
'sienwy right arm easily-his left hand
was torn by the dynamite-and without
trouble wrote in German simple direc-
ti0ns as to raising him higher or the
like. Beyond
A GLANCE OF RECOGNITION
to Capt. Black, who came into the room
for moment, and said poor, poor fel-
low" there was nothing to break the
agony of six mortal hours wait for
deaths approach. Rev. DIR. Bolton, a
Methodist minister attending Fielden,
went in but got no answering look
from Lingg. The minister came